Yes. An Absolutely Normal Amount. Truly The Eponymous Backbone Of My Margo And Sergei Playlist.

FOR ALL MANKIND — 2x06 ‘Best-Laid Plans’

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FAM + onion headlines, part two.

Seven sentence Sunday 

Thanks to @allatariel for tagging me! (And for the adorable fic snippet.) It is very definitely no longer Sunday, but anyhow. 

This is from a fic idea that’s been rolling around in my head for a year or so at this point. 😬 (Also fun fact the first outline of this had about eight elevator scenes.)

Anyway, here’s wonderwall the Houston ‘83 awkward airplane tarmac handshake line, except as the Moscow ‘74 awkward airplane tarmac handshake line:

The line seems to stretch stonily, noiselessly on, and Margo feels herself start to despair a little. A step to her left, as she wonders whether to introduce herself yet again. It could be pure desperation that has her imagining this man’s gaze is more encouraging, or it could be true. She offers her hand. “Margo Madison.” “Sergei Orestovich Nikulov,” he says immediately, takes her hand firmly, though much more gently than the guy before him. Margo’s so grateful to hear someone other than herself say something that she could practically kiss him.

Margo and Sergei in Jane-Austen-esque Regency England.

i love going back to the beginning of a piece of media with the full weight of knowing how it ends. you see characters get introduced and it’s literally like

[id: the ‘they don’t know’ meme edited to say ‘they don’t know the profound and life-changing effect they will have on each other’. it shows a simple drawing of a guy with a party hat standing in the corner of a room, looking at two couples who are happy and dancing. the guy is edited to have shiny, tearful eyes. end id.]

(Photo by Rafael Garcin)

Being a writer is just 97% googling words to make sure they mean exactly what you always assumed they meant.